Apoteose
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Nombre de messages : 65
Date d'inscription : 18/09/2005
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| GRACE
Cold are the bones of thy soldiers
Longing for home, their little paradise
I don't feel redemption on their side
Fallen from grace, help me rise again
Fallen from grace, help me through
Fallen from grace, help me through
Fallen from grace
Feel these hands, the pressure, the cold, tremble
Do you hear these words
Do you feel the wounds
I'll never help you through
Cold are thy souls
I feel resentment
They feel betrayed
They hate the cold
I don't feel redemption on their side
Fallen from grace, help me rise again
Fallen from grace, help me through | |
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